The bottles of drinks at my laun ch party on November 4th will have the label announcing the name of my book, but with an interesting vintage – the year 1978. That was the year I started writing, Lone Falcon on a typewriter for my Novel Writing class at the University of Washington. Forty years later it is finally being published. Someone in my writer’s critique group asked if it was called, “Lone Pterodactyl when I started it. It’s not that it took that long to write. It’s just what happens after college. Life happened. Moving to California, marrying, raising two sons, and returning to graduate school kept the book pushed aside. Then I took the National Novel Writing Month ( NaNoWriMo) challenge where you write a 50,000-word book in one month. I kinda cheated. I picked up my old typewritten manuscript and began transposing it on my computer. As I typed it she found the words, “my car’s the Datsun” I stopped dead in my tracks. I thought I’d have to update that, but a voice ins